Handprint Sun Beams

concrete as hard as mud mountains dripping out of hands. children playing curtsy and bows christmas presents that will never get to the receiver.
spider bite finger tips surrounded by blues and reds.
rolly polly pencils sliding to and fro like your nails on a chalkboard that time i just wouldn't shut up about the paint on the walls.
my stomach hurts from all this walking walking no where. walking to rooms with tigers in grass and handprint sun beams. no where you would remember. no where we ever went. mushrooms growing out of white sheets.
grass.
empty. empty empty. pens and paper down, up up we go to the clouds. soar and forget the nights when i hit you because mother was mad. i didn't mean to break your favorite horse when the shoe flew. it was your nose.
freckles and fingers etching black paint on walls. dreams in acrylic.